allow it. His body went limp as a low gurgling sound bubbled out of his drooling mouth, but Berkleigh didn't let up. After several minutes of silence, she finally relinquished her grip on Underbrink, his body crumbling down in between the driver and passenger seat. 

"You want to cut me open, do it your damn self!" Berkleigh demanded, her eyes searching the rear-view for the evil old bastard seated behind her. 

"This evening has proven to be a costly one indeed. We are now down a horseman, which makes you worth more to me alive than dead," Van Nostrand sputtered in the back seat. 

"Big talk for someone who'd be dead himself right now if I hadn't tried to save your decrepit ass," Berkleigh scoffed as she searched...

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